Dora was the sort of person who believed that if you simply didn't admit that you were sick, then you weren't sick. To admit sickness was to admit defeat to the virus itself, and as long as she didn't acknowledge the fact that she possibly had a virus, then she didn't really have one. Forget the chills, the headache, and the sore throat. No, they didn't exist and neither did the virus.
Since she wasn't sick, despite all of that, when Dora received the owl informing her of what had happened, she simply got up out of bed (where she had been resting only) and bundled up to go over to the clinic. Perhaps going into a room filled with sick people wasn't her best idea ever, but she had a job to do and she was going to do it. It wasn't a fun one or one she desired, but she took her Auror duties quite seriously.
Dora quickly asked a nurse where a one Miss Megan Jones was could be found and was pointed just a few feet next to her where she caught sight of a blonde woman talking to another clinic employee. "Oh, thank you," she she said quickly to the other nurse.
Taking a quick breath, Dora turned to step over to the woman. "Miss Jones?"